You have only a moment to decide your next course of action, before the pacifier invariably gets plunged inside of the baby' gaping maw. The crack in the pacifier is a tempting prospect, but if you rush for it, who knows where you will land? On the other hand, you get the feeling that the crack also poses a significant risk to you. If you just lie down, it is entirely possible that the boy's sucking motions will pull you out from within the pacifier, unthinkingly slurping you up like a stray droplet through a straw. You know trying to get his attention is a risky prospect, but you decide to take the risk all the same.
You quickly get up and wave your arms around, shouting for the boy, hopping about close to the tip of the pacifier's nub. Evidently your efforts succeeded, because it doesn't take long for the boy's eyes to go wild with intrigue. He lifts his arms up and flaps his hands in place, catching the gradeschooler off guard for all of a moment. "Hey! If you want this you gotta hold still." She says, holding the pacifier vertically again, this time riiiight in front of the boy's gaping mouth. The boy breathes a gale of warm air out onto the pacifier, fogging it up almost immediately. That mighty tongue of his wags about in front of you, the squishy appendage looking much like a giant monster of its own. The boy's lips close together, the motion of those lips smashing down against one another startling you enough to send you stumbling back. You hear a powerful whimper coming from the giant boy as he nods,and the giant baby speaks out . "Otaaaaaay" His voice booms around the pacifier, sounding far too imposing to be a simple baby's gesture.
And with that, the baby opens his mouth and pushes his lips forward in an O shape not too different from that of a fish's open mouth. You feel awfully like a flake of fishfood right now.
This is it. Whether or not the baby is aware of your presence, you're almost surely about to get eaten alive."Choochoo! Here comes the train~!" the gradeschool girl says in a singsong squeal before sending the pacifier hurtling forward into the darkness of his maw. His lips immediately seal around it with a loud THSQUISH. The light of the outside world dims to near total darkness. What little light passes through his lips is further filtered by the transparent green walls of the pacifier, the one thing protecting your quarter-inch-tall body from getting swept into oblivion. Even with the protection of the pacifier, however, there is still the risk of getting sucked out through the crack.
And that risk becomes very real as the boy begins to nibble and suck at the pacifier. The sounds of his suckles echo throughout his cavernous maw , and the pacifier is sent jostling about with every suck. Despite the near total darkness of his maw, you're still able to see the dim, dark image of his tongue mashing all over your prison, layering saliva all over the pacifier, some of it even seeping in through the opening. The air around you is intolerably warm and humid and smells of a mix of saliva and milk, a fact as unsurprising as it is unpleasant. Worse, his sucks do indeed pull you towards the crack! You're forced to struggle against the sporadic currents of suction as the boy's lips and tongue continue to assail your green-hued fortress.
After a few minutes of confinement with the boy's maw, you are at last brought into the comparatively brightly lit interior of the restaurant, slobber still clinging to the pacifier. The gradeschooler who delivered you into the clutches of the toddler is busy chatting with her friends, only shooting a sideways glance and giggling at the yucky pacifier for a moment before returning to her activities. Suddenly you are swept off of your feet and sent tumbling to the bottom of the pacifier , which is now behind held upright. The opening is not too far from where you are. You could...
"Bahhhggy?" A voice bellows. The boy. That's right. You got his attention earlier. Now it's time to see if that was the right call. "Hi bahhhgy..." The voice continues. "Imma getchoo" The boy concludes, sending a chill down your spine. Just how does he plan on getting you? Your thoughts are quickly answered by the boy cramming the pacifier into his maw once more. The suckles around your pacifier prison intensify, and the boy begins running his tongue farther along the surface as he tries to figure out just how to get you out. Doesn't he realize that if he sucks you out this way you're just going to get swept into his belly??!?!
But suckle he does, and with twice the intensity as before. What was once a manageable retreat against gentle suction currents is now a grueling struggle for survival . Run though you might, you are gradually pulled back to the crack. As you arrive at the crack you feel your feet press down on something far softer than the pacifier. It seems as if he has discovered the opening , and has his tongue positioned in waiting. You struggle to rush off of his tongue, but wind up tripping, his sticky saliva resisting your movements. Suddenly the tongue gives way beneath you, threatening to pull you out of the pacifier. You can't let that happen! You reach forward and barely manage to cling onto the edge of the crack. Your feet unstick from his tongue, leaving you dangling through the opening of the crack. With one desperate heave, you manage to get all the way back inside.
Uncertain if he caught the bug, the boy plucks the pacifier out of his mouth and turns it upright once more, his eye peering at you again. "Mmm..." he hums in contemplation. He sees the tiny bug within the pacifier is still there...and he also sees the crack in the surface. He begins to put two and two together. He rotates the pacifier until the opening is at the bottom, then points towards it with his spare hand. "Come on out buggy." he commands, then lowers his spare hand below the opening, ready to catch you on his palm once you fall.
For a moment, you feel faint at the prospect. The boy is asking you to deliver yourself into his clutches. To willingly leap into his hand , no doubt signing your life away to be his plaything in the process. As much as you don't want to deliver yourself into his clutches, you realize that you won't be able to survive another session in his mouth. He's going to force you out of the pacifier, one way or another. You have no real choice. You'd rather not choose the path that leads to you getting digested within his belly, so your only option is to jump. And jump you do. You leap out of the crack and fall for a moment before landing on his palm with a *thump*. The boy quickly sets the pacifier down onto his highchair tray, then grabs you with a pudgy pair of fingertips. He brings you right before his enormous eyes and peers at you as best he can.
"Funny bahggy..." Is the best assessment of you he can give. You can only hope that he's aware that you can't be disposed of in the same way an ant can. As the boy observes you his fingertips grind around your body brutally, threatening to wipe you out of existence. "MMM..." He hums to himself once more. Is he about to crush you? Is this it? Is this how it all ends.?
Whooosh. Thump. You are sent tumbling down onto the surface of the highchair, landing on your back. Mercifully your tiny body is well equipped to handle the fall. But lest you think you're safe, you hear a giggling gurgle from the toddler. Noticing that something appears to be up, the 9 year old girl grabs the pacifier and wipes it clean with a napkin, then brings it over to the baby girl. You have little time to think of just how gross that is before KTHWWWAAP the boy slams his hand playfully onto the highchair tray, right beside you.
That's right. With the pacifier gone, you're now the boy's only form of distraction.
The boy lifts his arm up and waves his hand against the air before coming up with an idea for a game to paly with you. He lowers his hand down , his thumb curled up around the tip of one of his fingers . The telltale signs that he's getting ready to flick something....you. You begin to run towards the edge of his tray, only to earn a rebuke from the boy. "Dun run bahggy." Not wanting to incur a desperate action from the boy, you stop in place. The boy smiles a gentle smile as he realizes that the buggy
did indeed obey his orders
His hand completes its descent. You find yourself face to face with one of the toddler's enormous fingernail. He's about to punt you like a miniature football. Would you even be able to survive?
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